When I was young, and newly married, I wanted to have nine children and live on a farm. In my mind I could just see all these barefooted children running around, doing chores, and climbing on the fence post.
As it turns out, I was blessed to give birth to two healthy children...fifteen years apart. My third child was blessed to be taken to Heaven before I was able to hold her. And I've been thinking a lot about my children lately. Probably because a friend at work is expecting. And because I just learned that another friend of mine had a miscarriage, too.
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